Carry my heart to the other side
where the scent of petunias swirl on my cheekbones,
something divine, something spiritual
Sparkling diamonds inside my smile,
clinging to my feet, the waters are sublime.
Into that wild path, my destination awaits
where fresh rock-dust picks up the moonlight
forming a ball of yellow delight.
Splash, splash, splash.
Here I am wet in the unblended Opulent offing.
My thoughts unravelling like thick fog
Alcoholic eyes, sullen as raisins.
Metamorphosis of a vibrant soul
dripping dry dust only to absorb
Elysian crisp, orange air.
© My Valiant Soul
I am without words 🙂
Beautiful
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Thank you Ben for taking out your precious time to read my work.
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Hey valiant,
your work is definitely worth of my time 🙂
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You are one kind person.
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This thing touched me!
You’ve a gift of gab,use it wisely!
Enjoyed reading this…
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Thanks a lot! Hope, I am using it wisely.
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Of course…
U do it well…
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A happy verse! Guess we swapped genres as I wrote a morbid one today..!
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Haha. But I know mine is temporary!:)
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Haha! mine I do not know. Depends on what spurs my thoughts at that moment! I do like the ones where you really weave fantasy into amazingly epic lines.😊
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If you want to dig darkness then be my guest as I have tons of that.
And I read your work and it was truly outstanding my dearr V!:)
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Thank you again, Devika! We truly have certain mutual grounds to craft magic! 😊😊
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I knew it since the beginning.
So much love.😊
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Always! to you to dear! 😊😊
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You truly are an Inspiration among many, Inspirers. Words Beautiful. Soulful.
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Oh my! That’s such a nice thing to say.
Honoured!
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Nice wordplay and emotion
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So nice to hear from you.
Thankyou.
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Your welcome my fellow poet
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Wow…you ditched the darkness for a day and you shine just as bright in the light as well!! Cheerful and childlike glee…loved it 💝
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Yeah, change is good atleast for a day my friend.
Thanks for your love.😊
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Oh you took my heart yet again. ” metamorphosis of a vibrant soul ” you are pure love Devika 💞😘
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Hi, Priya!
Thanks for sending out your love yet again.
Hugs!😊
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Much love ❤️
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Ah, the other side, be it a river, to be with a lover or to experience the paradise on those Elysian fields, admired and looked upon by the gods. I love how your work often references Elysium – the place we strive to be when in love or when we are searching for it. So, too, I love how you retain the imagery of dust, sparkling, metamorphosis, as you use it in many of your pieces. In your dark pieces, these represent an opportunity or wish to find light while here you have found it. Recurring themes and motifs within a poet’s work creates a strong sense of unification but it also allows the reader to see patterns within the poets themselves. Each piece of yours I read, the more I get to know the person behind the pen (she’s fabulous, by the way 🙂 ). And, we all know that there can be no darkness without periods of light to contrast its beauty. You write profoundly in both the shadows of dark imagery or vibrancy of light. Great photo, too by the way. It’s very fitting for this piece! Another stunning and inspirational piece of work, Devika.
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The theory that you produced about “Elysian” is so accurate as I am fascinated by its charm.
My poems do inculcate a lot of dust, soarkling and etc stuff making it monotonous I wonder. I am pretty addicted to such words.
Moon, stardust are the soul of a poetry atleast that is what I feel.
And you noticed this at the drop of the hat!
Obviously, I am not offended but intrigued by your intelligence and observation!
Thank you for these deep, raw insights which one might fail to get.
You are best at unveiling things.
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Paradise (in all its forms, be it ancient Elysium, The garden of Eden, Heaven, Jannah or one of it’s eight grades, and many others) is something all cultures are fascinated with that which many poets have pondered over throughout the ages.
The dust and sparkle in your poetry may reference a monotony (or a more sedentary quality) at times, but these things also reflect a magical quality. And, let’s not forget, that we are all made up of different parts of the universe, including stardust 🙂 I notice these things in your writing because I am a regular (and close) reader of your poetry. I look forward to reading your work and always wonder how you will go about describing an emotion or some place, then I wonder what recurring themes and motifs you will include.
For me, the real joy in reading poetry, is getting to know poets through their words and your words are among my favourites to read. I like giving your work my full attention and often try to put myself inside your mind to capture as much of the essence of your poetry as I can. At the end of the day, your intent and essence are treasures to unearth so like all good archaeologists, I do my best to uncover what is behind the poetry.
You are always welcome to my thoughts and I will continue to read you for as long as I am here and you are writing 🙂 Hope you are having a great Friday 🙂
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Trust me, I have learned so much depth in poetry from you itself. There are meters that I understand from your work as you know how religiously I read your writings as well. The words that you talked about are my favourites and so truely you have quoted them. And I believe till the time I am writing that is forever, my pen shall not stop using the words like stardust etc.
Your reads give me mucg deeper insights to another level which really satisfies me. I have a quench for digging further and further and reading your writings I am often intrigued as your precise, to the point poetry flows like a smooth river.
I am really gracious that I have a writer friend like you who gives me exact precision about poetry.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
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It is innate, this thirst for knowledge and understanding, but for some of us it’s much deeper than that. It warms my heart to read these words from you and I raise a virtual glass to you, saying, here’s to reading, writing and deep digging. May we always find comfort in the words we love and within the words discover the secrets of those underlying souls.
You are most welcome, Devika, and thank you, for all you give me, my writing friend. I hope you are having a great weekend!
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Pleasure to hear such overwhelming insights from you.
I really enjoy your write-ups and words and I am sure you know that.
Hope you too have an amazing weekend!
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Thanks, Devika! I am!
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“My thoughts unravelling like thick fog
Alcoholic eyes, sullen as raisins.”
This line I love.
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So glad you could actually pick your fav lines.
I thought I had none.
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Beautiful! I love this poem!
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😊
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This was sparkly, happy, jubilant and pure to the soul. Exquisite composition as always!
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Those are some charming words to say.
Thank you for your kind reads PD.
Hope you doing great!:)
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Absolutely my pleasure! Yes, I am 🙂
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🙂
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Wow!!!
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Thank you so much.
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You are most welcome.
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Your poetry is exquisite! Where did you study?
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Oh my! I am honored, really.
And no, I did not study poetry..it’s all in this heart or in my ink.
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Beautiful!!!
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Thanks Yassy!
😊😊
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Beautiful
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You have a nice name!
Thanks my dear friend.
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I rarely hear it so thank you very much😊
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Sure darl.
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Well crafted
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Glad to hear from you, Braeden!
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astonishing!
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Thankyou for appreciating it.
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Wow that’s really awesome. I have been very lucky to read your post and to be truthful, reading your post made my day 😊. Thanks a lot for posting it. Take care and have an awesome day ahead my friend 😇
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Another brilliant piece from the valiant mind,
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dripping dry dust, and much beauty
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Means a lot.
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As always a perfect creation.
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You make me smile always!:)
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Feel like I am relaxing beside the water of your words and absorbing the scent of your poetry.
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I love. beautiful!
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Thankyou.
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Another high quality post and my mind is on possibility of getting into the rapids in the photo or some fishing opportunities.
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Thankyou sir.
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You are welcome 😊
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Very well written..I think you have a gift of putting anything in beautiful form
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Those thoughts are much derided
That opulence died in the night sky
I was a pauper in deep strife
Those petunias were a figment of love
I stuck him like a lost bird
He had ulterior motives
He was there for thrones and motifs
I was the unfortunate one
I was the hiersss to that portentous throne.
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I love this poem and the imagery it creates!
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Those thoughts are much derided
That opulence died in the night sky
I was a pauper in deep strife
Those pertunias were a figment of love
I stuck with him like a lost bird
He had ulterior motives
He was there for thrones and motifs
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I could not actually decipher the realtion with your lines.
But thankyou for sharing this.
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Those thoughts were much derided
The opulence vanished in night sky
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Those thoughts were much derided
That opulence vanished in the night sky
I was a papuper in deep strife
Those petunias had some nefarious design
I stuck with him like a lost bird
He had an ulterior motives
He was there for throne and motifs
I was the heiress to that wretched throne
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I enjoy your writing, it speaks to me. Thank you.
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So glad to know that.
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I love reading this from heart & as i keep saying your work on romantic genre is speechless, i kept a screenshot of this as it inspires me to write on love tale.
Keep writing!!
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Screenshot? Really!
Oh my..🙏🙏🙏
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